Hexes

Status: On Duty
Station: Border Guard

History:
A former, unwilling host to a rather exuberant Infliction Demon, Hexes now wears the scars of her enslavement with a sort of demented pride. The result of abruptly viewing her massive, tattered wings and battered face has other dragons giving her a wide berth, which gives her a vicious sense of pleasure, much to the amusement of those who know her well.

No mate to call her own, and no offspring, she lives a loner life, though it bothers her very little. Her quarks and habits can't be judged when she lives alone, yet sometimes, she finds herself yearning for something she can't name, usually after she's finished hatchling-sitting for a neighbor. Perhaps one day she might decide to find out what the big deal about a mate and tripping over little spawns of Satan is so appealing.

Personality Traits: I do not have much to say, and most do not say much to me once they have seen me close. My guard is always up and I do not trust as a rule.

Ideals: Survival. We all do what we must to survive, and morality has naught to do with it.

Bonds: I keep a trinket from my former master; it is a reminder that cruelty has no bounds. (the skull attached to her wings that she ripped off as her prize)

Flaws: I expect loyalty, but I do not offer it.


Background: You did what you had to do. You were just a slave like anyone else -- and the Efreet do not treat their slaves kindly. Somehow, you found some measure of success as an overseer. If you were cruel, it was to serve your master and buy yourself a quantum of solace. But your master was destroyed -- a blessing and a new set of problems. You found a way to blend in with the slaves to avoid punishment for your cruelties; what you do with your freedom is up to you. Are you haunted by your despicable past, or have years of abuse and abusing hardened your heart completely?

Shopping List:
Tincture of Dissolution
Primary Gene: Savannah
Secondary Gene: Alloy (1200g)
Tertiary Gene: Runes (161,500kT)

Apparel List:
Infectionist's Emblem
Red Birdskull Armband
Ravenskull Broadsword
Red Birdskull Necklace
Red Birdskull Legband
Red Birdskull Headdress
Black Linen Tail Wrap
Red Birdskull Wingpiece
Black Linen Wing Wraps
Crimson Tail Feathers
Glowing Red Clawtips
Darksteel Cuffs of Necromancy Her lips curled as she spied the gigantic demon lounging in the shade of a large bough next to the opening of her den. The Ridgeback had taken to unexpectedly turning up wherever she was with unerring accuracy, as if it was stalking her.
Hexes snorted, shaking her head and making her crest rattle. An impossible notion.
Snapping her jaws, she ignored the dozing male and entered her den, navigating the tight, dark turns with ease before it opened into a large anti-chamber, and skidded to a halt. Laying on a beautiful metallic dish was the smallest goat she had ever seen. Her rip-claws were bigger.
She cocked her head, wondering how the enormous dragon had gotten into her den and what she was supposed to do with what it had left when the goat let out the most pathetic baa she'd ever heard.
Whipping around, she slipped through the tunnels back to the entrance of her den, searching for the huge demon.
It was gone, leaving her with a micro goat to either eat or keep.
Growling under her breath, she returned to the goat, raising her claws to kill it in one clean strike.
At least I'll have a snack before dinner...
Femel child to be named PlagueCat